Sparks flew as General Tsang and Captain Yuen clashed their swords together.
“Be practical, old man,” Captain Yuen said. “Join me and we’ll deliver the Emperor to Dragonhand together.”
“You must be a fool if you thought that line would work on me,” General Tsang replied.
The duo slashed and bashed their way down the hallway and into the throne room. Captain Yuen launched a powerful swipe. General Tsang dodged it. He countered with a thrust that would have been devastating had Captain Yuen not blocked it with his sword in time.
“Only a fool would die for a lost cause,” Captain Yuen said. “Dragonhand has already won. Align yourself with the victor.”
General Tsang and Captain Yuen bashed their swords together over and over as they headed up the steps leading to the dragon throne.
“I always have and always will align myself with China,” General Tsang said.
A few more clangs. Some thrusts. Dodges. Finally, General Tsang managed to sneak in a kick. His boot connected to Captain Yuen’s chest, knocking the traitor to the floor. Before Yuen could reach for his sword, he saw Tsang’s sword being held just an inch away from his eyes.
“Forgive me,” Captain Yuen said.
“What?” General Tsang asked.
“I panicked,” Captain Yuen said. “These beasts are so frightening. Fear took control. I’m better now. I will fight with you.”
General Tsang grimaced as he leaned his free hand down. “Damn you, Yuen. You can’t even die like a man.”
Captain Yuen took the general’s hand and help in rising to his feet.
“You’re in no condition to fight,” General Tsang said as he turned his back on Yuen. “I can’t trust you. I’ll lock you in the dungeon until I figure out what to do with you.”
The captain grinned as he saw his sword on the floor, just a foot in front of the dragon throne. “I do not deserve your kindness.”
“No,” the general said as he sheathed his sword. “You do not.”
Captain Yuen picked up his sword and chuckled. “What an imbecile.”
The captain ran at General Tsang and was about to strike when he felt a sharp pain in his gut. General Tsang had pulled a dagger from his belt and turned just in time to introduce it to the captain’s gut.
A surprised Captain Yuen choked up blood and backed up until he fell down into the dragon throne. The dying man managed to utter a few last words. “We were friends once, weren’t we?”
“That we were,” General Tsang said as he ran his hand over the captain’s eyelids, closing them. He pulled his dagger out of his opponent’s stomach, wiped it off with a handkerchief, then sheathed it.
The general stepped back and took in the sight of the palace’s chief of security sitting dead on the dragon throne, red blood pouring out all over the clean white floor.
“Such a shame that so many men have died all over a bloody chair,” General Tsang said.